“Ye shall be My witnesses,” was Jesus’ last command,To every kindred tongue and tribe, in every clime and land;Go, tell them of our Christ and say His kingdom is at hand,

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Who will go and witness for Jesus?Tell it out, tell it out, the blessèd Gospel sound,Tell it out, tell it out, the news the world around,Till the Name of Jesus has been heard wherever man is found,Who will go and witness for Jesus?

Jesus has commissioned you and me to go or send,A messenger in His dear Name, His glorious cross defend;And He has promised to be with us, even to the end,

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God has said be of good courage, neither be afraid,Though mountains seem to hedge the way, He says be undismayed;For Jesus is our Captain and will always be our aid,

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Hear the suff’ring millions crying for the living Bread,When Christ was here His words were, “Let the multitudes be fed.”Then haste wherever man is found, for all His blood was shed,

He is gone—a cloud of lightHas received Him from our sight;High in Heav’n, where eye of menFollows not, nor angels’ ken;Through the veils of time and space,Passed into the holiest place;All the toil, the sorrow done,All the battle fought and won.

He is gone—and we remainIn this world of sin and pain:In the void which He has leftOn this earth, of Him bereft.We have still His work to do,We can still His path pursue;Seek Him both in friend and foe,In ourselves His image show.

He is gone—we heard Him say,“Good that I should go away,”Gone is that dear form and face,But not gone His present grace;Though Himself no more we see,Comfortless we cannot be:No, His Spirit still is ours,Quickening, freshening all ours powers.

He is gone—towards their goalWorld and church must onward roll;Far behind we leave the past;Forward are our glances cast:Still His words before us rangeThrough the ages as they change:Wheresoe’er the truth shall lead,He will give whate’er we need.

He is gone—but we once moreShall behold Him as before;In the heaven of heavens the same,As on earth He went and came;In the many mansions there,Place for us He will prepare;In that world unseen, unknown,He and we shall yet be one.

He is gone—but not in vain,Wait until He comes again:He is risen, He is not here,Far above this earthly sphere;Evermore in heart and mindThere our peace in Him we find:To our own eternal Friend,Thitherward let us ascend.

To Whom the angels drawing nigh,“Why stand and gaze upon the sky?”Alleluia, Alleluia.“This is the Savior,” thus they say.“This is His noble triumph day.”Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Know ye the Lord hath borne awayYour Master from your head today?Yea, we know it; yet we raiseJoyous strains of hope and praise!He is gone, but not beforeAll His earthly work is o’er.Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne awayYour Master from your head today?Yea, we know it; stand afar;Mark His bright triumphal car,Mighty end of mighty deeds,Clouds His chariot, winds His steeds!Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne awayYour Master from your head today?Yea, we know it; ere He left,Jordan’s stream in twain was cleft;With that glorious act in view,We shall one day cleave it, too!Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne awayYour Master from your head today?Yea, we know it; lo! we tracePlenteous portions of His grace,Sent to all whose hearts can soarWhither He has gone before.Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne awayYour Master from your head today?Yea, we know it; search would fail,If ye passed through mount and vale;Earth contains Him not, though wide;Seek Him at His Father’s side!Alleluia!

Jesus, my all, to Heaven is gone,He Whom I fix my hopes upon;His track I see, and I’ll pursueThe narrow way, till Him I view.The way the holy prophets went,The road that leads from banishment,The King’s highway of holiness,I’ll go, for all His paths are peace.

This is the way I long have sought,And mourned because I found it not;My grief a burden long has been,Because I was not saved from sin.The more I strove against its power,I felt its weight and guilt the more;Till late I heard my Savior say,“Come hither, soul, I am the Way.”

Lo! Glad I come; and Thou, blest Lamb,Shalt take me to Thee, as I am;Nothing but sin have I to give;Nothing but love shall I receive.Then will I tell to sinners round,What a dear Savior I have found;I’ll point to Thy redeeming blood,And say, “Behold the way to God.”

No stranger may proceed therein,No lover of the world and sin;No lion, no devouring care,No ravenous tiger shall be there.

No nothing may go up thereonBut traveling souls, and I am one:Wayfaring men to Canaan bound,Shall only in the Way be found.

Nor fools, by carnal men esteemed,Shall err therein; but they redeemedIn Jesus’ blood, shall show their rightTo travel there, till Heaven’s in sight.

Thou art gone up on high, to mansions in the skies;And round Thy throne unceasingly the songs of praise arise;But we are lingering here, with sin and care oppressed;Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, and lead us to Thy rest.

Thou art gone up on high; but Thou didst first come down,Through earth’s most bitter misery to pass unto Thy crown;And girt with griefs and fears our onward course must be;But only let this path of tears lead us at last to Thee.

Thou art gone up on high; but Thou shalt come again,With all the bright ones of the sky attendant in Thy train.Lord, by Thy saving power so make us live and die,That we may stand in that dread hour at Thy right hand on high.

Praise to the Heavenly WisdomWho knows the hearts of all—The saintly life’s beginnings,The traitor’s secret fall;Our own ascended Master,Who heard His Church’s cry,Made known His guiding presence,And ruled her from on high.

Elect in His foreknowledge,To fill the lost one’s place;He formed His chosen vesselBy hidden gifts of grace;Then, by the lot’s disposing,He lifted up the poor,And set him with the princesOn high for evermore.

For on the golden breastplateOf our great Priest above,Twelve are the stones that glistenAnd throbs that Heart of Love;And twelve the fair foundationsOf Salem’s jasper wall;And twelve the thrones predestinedWithin her judgment hall.

Still guide Thy Church, Chief Shepherd,Her losses still renew;Be Thy dread keys entrustedTo faithful hands and true;Apostles of Thy choosingMay all her rulers be,That each with joy may renderHis last account to Thee!